作词 : Notorious B.I.G./Lord Finesse/Rita Marley/Robert A Hall 作曲 : Notorious B.I.G./Lord Finesse/Rita Marley/Robert A Hall Woman hold her head and cry
Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died
Woman hold her head and cry
Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died
When I die, **** it I wanna go to hell Cause I'm a piece of ****, it ain't hard to ****in' tell It don't make sense, goin' to heaven wit' the goodie-goodies Dressed in white, I like black Tims and black hoodies God will probably have me on some real strict **** No sleepin' all day, no gettin my **** licked Hangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in paradise **** that ****, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice All my life I been considered as the worst Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purse Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion
I know my mother wished she got a ****in' abortion
Woman hold her head and cry
Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died
I swear to God I just want to slit my wrists and end this ******** Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull **** And squeeze, until the bed's, completely red I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless ****in' buddah head The stress is buildin' up, I can't I can't believe suicide's on my ****in' mind I want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is ****in' callin' me Naw you wouldn't understand You see its kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack Except when I cross over, there ain't no comin' back Should I die on the train track, like Remo in Beatstreet People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me My baby momma kissed me but she glad I'm gone She knew me and her sister had somethin' goin' on I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies Woman hold her head and cry
Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died Woman hold her head and cry
Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died
I reach my peak, I can't speak Call my ***** Chic, tell him that my will is weak I'm sick of ****** lyin', I'm sick of *****es hawking Matter of fact, I'm sick of talking
[00:00.000] 作词 : Notorious B.I.G./Lord Finesse/Rita Marley/Robert A Hall [00:00.019] 作曲 : Notorious B.I.G./Lord Finesse/Rita Marley/Robert A Hall [00:00.38]Woman hold her head and cry [00:04.04] [00:05.92]Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died [00:10.89] [00:12.45]Woman hold her head and cry [00:15.52] [00:17.87]Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died [00:22.81] [00:24.15]When I die, **** it I wanna go to hell [00:26.80]Cause I'm a piece of ****, it ain't hard to ****in' tell [00:29.51]It don't make sense, goin' to heaven wit' the goodie-goodies [00:31.78]Dressed in white, I like black Tims and black hoodies [00:35.96]God will probably have me on some real strict **** [00:38.55]No sleepin' all day, no gettin my **** licked [00:41.78]Hangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in paradise [00:44.50]**** that ****, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice [00:48.24]All my life I been considered as the worst [00:50.79]Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purse [00:53.68]Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion [00:56.09] [00:56.95]I know my mother wished she got a ****in' abortion [00:59.32] [01:00.12]Woman hold her head and cry [01:03.73] [01:05.23]Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died [01:11.16] [01:11.88]I swear to God I just want to slit my wrists and end this ******** [01:15.32]Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull **** [01:18.02]And squeeze, until the bed's, completely red [01:21.71]I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless ****in' buddah head [01:25.05]The stress is buildin' up, I can't [01:27.28]I can't believe suicide's on my ****in' mind [01:29.88]I want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is ****in' callin' me [01:34.00]Naw you wouldn't understand [01:35.16]You see its kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack [01:40.09]Except when I cross over, there ain't no comin' back [01:42.67]Should I die on the train track, like Remo in Beatstreet [01:45.03]People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me [01:48.84]My baby momma kissed me but she glad I'm gone [01:51.59]She knew me and her sister had somethin' goin' on [01:54.53]I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes [01:57.97]Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies [02:01.71]Woman hold her head and cry [02:03.59] [02:05.26]Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died [02:12.23]Woman hold her head and cry [02:15.53] [02:18.24]Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died [02:23.15] [02:24.58]I reach my peak, I can't speak [02:27.11]Call my ***** Chic, tell him that my will is weak [02:30.16]I'm sick of ****** lyin', I'm sick of *****es hawking [02:32.65]Matter of fact, I'm sick of talking
